pre-dusk

It's late in the day, Mary and Natalie have swum out to the dock, the one with a short and crappy ladder which is hard to climb onto. The whole family -- even Graham -- have just had spins in the kayak. We kept Graham in the creek but I went out into the lake and was hard-pressed not to paddle over to the house of grocery-store impresario Danny Wegman (who has built a magnificent barn up the hill across the street to house god knows what kind of toys), but I held myself back to save energy for tennis at dusk, having put 20-odd hilly miles on the bike before lunch. Graham and I just had a snack: bananas, chips, lemonade.